lijah & robbie t - WHO MADE THIS Lyrics

Uh uh uh
They say
They say who made this beat?
Talking Robbie T
That the mother f*cking dude, don't need to roll deep, we got three
Got the album on the way
If you don't know then you don't compete
You cant comp with me or us
Got the Album of the year
Got the Album of the year
Got the album of the year (ohh)
But this shit weird, wont please DJ Khaled to the ear
But I'm only 17, imagine when I'm old as him
Pouring up a double cup
Don't we f*cking all?
Nah I don't do that double stuff
Get the cheese that my throwaway bread though
I just put that money in a blunt
That's a Runtz, smoking on your album pack
We put it in the dust bitch
Tell me what the f*ck you want
Tell me what the f*ck you mean
Pockets was small now they big get green
Krabby patty size, that's what your pockets be, that's what your pockets be
Just send the beat thru the E, promise I'm gon f*cking speak
Like Chris you cant ball, you like EVERYBODY HATE ME
Chris, pass the rock to me, I'm gonna shoot get green
Green bean what we used to yell at the tv
When I got the beam perfectly on 2k shot a three
Those the good weeks
I ain't need to smoke no weed
Now I smoke potent, three times a day, times four
My math still broken folded neva stop
Like a flip you gon flop then roll bitch
Stop and drop cus I'm too hot
Now you on the road shit
I'm too fly and I'm too high
Know I'm f*cking chosen, put in motion like a shark
Like I live in the ocean
That mean I'm on different level
And I'm only
One and seven put together
Got the album of the year
Got the album of the year
Got the album of the year
Me and Robbie got the album of the year